What have I done?
I swallow hard. “Bonnie, please. Listen to me—”
“Listen to you?Why? Tell me how you know it was him,” she repeats, voice rising. “How did you know?How did you know?”
She’s breaking, the desperate words cracking one syllable at a time.
I wish she’d scream. I wish she’d throw things at me.
Anythingbut cry.
“Bonnie—”
“Don’t lie to me,” she spits through clenched teeth, jerking the gun toward me again. “Don’t.”
“I wasn’t going to lie,” I say quickly.
“You were,” she breathes, her voice full of fear. “Youwerebecause you’vebeenlying… Because the only person—” She sniffs back her tears, voice on the edge of dropping off entirely. “The only person who saw the men who attacked me that night was mystalker.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
BONNIE
It’s her.
It’sher.
“Bonnie—”
“Do not come any closer to me,” I snap, hands jerking. “Don’t you fucking… Don’t touch me. How could—it wasyou!”
I’m shaking, numb with rage, with fear, withso much fucking pain.
It’s her.
It’salwaysbeen her.
“Bonnie, I can explain,” Gemma begs.
“I thoughtIwas the shitty person here,” I cry. “I thought our relationship was ameproblem. I thought I was the fucked up one, the one who didn’t deserve you. All this time…All this time—”
“I know you’re angry—”
“Oh, yeah,you think?!”I ask, gun waving.
“Please stop waving the gun,” she says. “We have to get out of this room. We can talk about this at my place—”
“Itrustedyou.”
I can’t latch onto anything she’s saying. I can’t comprehend what she’s talking about.
“I thought you were a good person. I thought you were someone I could confide in,” I go on.
“I am someone you can trust, but I never claimed to be a good person,” Gemma argues.
“No, you just led me on. Youusedme to your benefit.”
“I never used you,” she almost shouts. “We can talk about this at my place. Please, Bonnie.We have to go!”
